Warrant (Righteous Outlaws #1) by Savannah Rylan

be pinned back because it was elegant and showed off my beautifully elongated neck. I tried not to gag as my mother’s voice ran through my head. She was still pissed at me that I turned down William’s proposal, and we weren’t on speaking terms at the moment. Which was fine by me. I was enjoying the peace and quiet.
    When I got to Cash’s bike, I stopped and spun toward him. He strolled up to me with easy confidence a freshly lit cigarette dangling from his lips.
    My phone buzzed in my bag, and I retrieved it. Amaya’s name flashed across the screen. I had countless text messages from both her and William. I totally ditched them back there, and didn’t even let them know.
    They were probably worried about me and afraid something happened. I waited until the call ended, and then sent a quick text, assuring my best friend I was okay and that I had to take care of something. After telling her I’d fill her in later, I shoved my phone back into my bag.
    “Everything okay?” Cash asked, taking one last drag off his cigarette before flicking to the street.
    My knees became weak at the sparkle in his green eyes. “Everything is fine. So, where are we going?” I asked.
    “Wherever the road takes us,” he said, as he placed the helmet on my head and tightened the strap beneath my chin. His finger skimmed my skin, and excitement shot through me.
    Being with him was against everything my parents wanted for me. It was stupid. It was reckless, and I might have officially lost my mind. But I didn’t care. My addiction was back full-fledged, and I would do anything and go anywhere to satisfy my craving.
    “Hop on,” he commanded, and I did as he asked without a moment hesitation. . I kicked my leg over the thick seat, and wrapped my body snug against Cash. The scent of tobacco was strong, mixing with the warm masculine scent of leather and spice. I inhaled it deeply, burning it to my memory.
    The engine revved, and the bike roared to life, as Cash whizzed out into the traffic. He drove faster than I was used to, and I held on tight, digging my fingers into his sides, and pulling my body flush against his.
    The sun began its descent into the horizon, as the sky turned grey and a light rain began to fall. The droplets were cold against my skin, and a shiver ran through my body as the wind whipped through us.
    Cash dodged in and out of cars, disregarding all traffic laws. I felt like we were in a game, or a movie, and not real life. Eventually, the buildings became more widespread and the industrial landscape changes to residential houses and parks.
    I saw a sign for Black Hills, and remembered the patch on his leather vest that said exactly that. He was bringing me home, and I didn’t know if I should feel honored or if I was just another notch on his bedpost.
    The bike slowed as Cash made a right into a driveway. The house was small, but quaint, with green shudders and tan vinyl siding. There was a small wraparound porch that stopped just short of a two-car garage.
    Cash got off the bike, and held his hand out to me. I took it and let him help me off. “Watch your step. The driveway is a little uneven here,” he said, pointing down to a crack in the cement. “Wouldn’t want you to get your heel caught in it.”
    “Thanks,” I said, and looked to the house. “So, is this your place?”
    “Nah. I thought I’d pick a random house with no cars in the driveway, and see if I could break in without being caught,” he said and my heart stopped. Suddenly, I was looking around the area to make sure no one was outside and able to see us. Cash laughed. “Kidding.”
    “Oh. I knew that,” I said, feeling a bit stupid, but pretending like I wasn’t.
    “You should have seen your face.”
    “I’m sure it was hilarious,” I finally said.
    “It was, but just so you know. I wouldn’t drag you into my shit. I wouldn’t want to taint your clean record,” he said, walking toward the house.
    I caught up to him, my heels